The moustache of Jean Ferrat

I think I picked up my cassette version at a French motorway service station en route to Tuscany via Geneva in 2002. It is the destiny of the cassette to remain in the car, resilient in the face of all manner of maltreatment. It is a magnificently defiant analogue.

Jean Ferrat’s moustache on the cover of the Master série collection (vol. 1) seems about to take flight from his upper lip. The mouth of which the latter forms precisely 50% of the surface is arranged in an expression of earnest and inquisitive gazing skyward as if at a satellite or a bizarre conflagration at the zenith. There is s truly remarkable replication by his left eyebrow of the fold of his eyelid which both curl in mimicry of the moustache’s corresponding extremity. The head of hair frames the face, a central spiral protrudes from the centre of the forehead with superabundance. The wrinkles at the extremity of the eyes curl upward. Cheekbones prod out of the flesh. It is a complex face worthy of 'Au printemps de quoi revais-tu?'